Different people have different understanding and preferences on how they spend their holidays but in general we can be summarized in two types – people lounging by the pool, who enjoy relaxing on the beach, by the pool or at the spa with a cool drink and tasty snacks, actively relaxing both their body and mind, and explorers, who prosper in activities such as trekking mountains or taking cultural tours, who enrich their lives by experiencing more of the history, culture and natural surroundings. Regardless which one of the two categories you fit in, I invite you to embark on two interesting and fun journeys with me 🙂
I’ve been reading travel guides and admiring picturesque photos of distant places for years. Somehow in my mind I’ve always associated pure exoticness with islands.
I’ve been blessed to visit a magnificent island recently – Tenerife, one of the seven larger Canary Islands
and taking pride of being the largest, most populated and most visited of the Canaries. Part of an autonomous community of Spain located in the Atlantic Ocean, Tenerife is actually located closer to Africa ( 300km ) than to Spain ( 1,000km ).
It lies at the same latitude as the Sahara Desert, which explains its warm tropical climate with exotic vegetation including palms, cacti, aloe
In the season of holidays, I would like to share with you my experiences on a recent holiday to Scotland. In my mind I have always associated Scotland with lush green meadows, proud heroic people and enchanting castles. What I discovered proved those assumptions and much more.
The flight to Edinburgh from London Heathrow was about an hour and a half long.
After the pleasant evening flight, we landed to a very cold, windy weather.
It was late September but I would happily change my autumn trench coat to a winter jacket if I could. During the short drive to the hotel, I was staring out of the taxi window in the dark night to get my first impression of this prominent city.
In the end of October I was on autumn vacation in Bulgaria. As summer is usually the preferred time for travelling because of the tempting beaches and scorching sun, I have forgotten what autumn was like in Bulgaria.
We went for a short trip in North-Central Bulgaria with my sister, my mum and her colleagues.
I love those trips with family as they make me feel child again and that’s such a precious feeling.
I’ve recently returned from a short trip to Bruges, where I was on a special celebration for my birthday. It’s a magnificent historical place and the largest city in the Flemish Region of Belgium. However, I would like to tell you about a particular spiritual experience that I had and the feelings and reflections that it provoked in me.
The Basilica of the Holy Blood was one of the landmarks of Bruges
that the helpful and friendly receptionist recommended to visit in the morning before we went out of the hotel. Of course, I was interested to see it as I presumed it would be a place where history, architecture, national heritage and faith would interweave in a fascinating way.
Little did I know that what I was about to experience that day was going to move me deeply.
A few months ago, I travelled to Greece to learn more about our southern neighbor and also to indulge the sun and explore this land of myths and ancient heritage. I couldn’t emphasize enough the importance and value of travelling. No matter the destination, duration or the money you can set aside for it, just go.
Travelling broadens the mind, teaches us to understand better our differences and to be more tolerant.
You not only see natural beauties and landmarks, but also experience their lifestyle, try the national cuisine and get to know their joys, problems and national pride.
Off we set with my mum to our special get-together trip to Athens and Peloponnese.
Today the choices we make are very much defined by financial and security reasons. We pick places that are convenient for us or feel afraid to leave a busy city for the benefits of a well-paid job and career growth. On the other hand, the town where we live in can be without any prospects for growth and can stifle our creativity. What’s the right thing to do then when we’re in such a dilemma?
I can’t highlight enough the importance of loving where you live.
I’ll compare it with loving your job or loving who you spend your time with, it’s that crucial. For me
every place has a vibration, possesses certain values
I have just come back from my summer holiday in Bulgaria, where I went to a short vacation in the mountains. Grown up in a country with the tempting allure of the scorching sun of the Black Sea beaches on one hand, and the tranquil enchantment of the thick, dark green, lush forests of our beautiful mountains on the other, my primary choice has usually been a vacation at the seaside.
However, this time I had a strong inner call to go to the mountains.
In my mind, the vision of serenity, peace and natural beauty was the perfect antidote for the everyday stress and accumulated tiredness. Even the idea of being in these surroundings made me relax and gave me instant gratification.
I want to share with you how the first couple of months in UK went for me. It’s not a story of wisdom or courage, it’s just how things happened with me. I hope you can find some comfort and understanding in case you or somebody close to you is heading off to the unknown experience of moving abroad.
September 2014 – two large suitcases and packed with enthusiasm and self-confidence, I landed at Luton airport where my adventure started.
Immigrant, foreign land, native country – these are words that provoke mixed feelings in us.
Immigrant is a word I never use.
There’s nothing wrong to name the people who decide to move abroad in a certain way.
But immigrant is a word with such a heavy and negative charge.
It’s like you’re saying: “I’m different, I don’t belong here and I’ll accept a certain inappropriate treatment”.